“Fuck,” I groan, my forehead pressing against hers. “You feel—fuck, you feel perfect.”
She’s tight. So fucking tight. And wet. So wet it’s obscene, her arousal dripping down my balls as I pull out and thrust back in, hard, deep.
“Yes!” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Just like that—harder—”
I obey, my hips snapping forward, driving into her with enough force to make the stone wall tremble behind her. She takes it, her body arching into mine, her moans filling the corridor, echoing off the ancient stones.
“You like that?” I growl, my lips against her ear. “You like when I fuck you like this? Like you’re mine?”
“Yes!” she cries, her cunt clenching around me. “God, yes—”
I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit, circling it in tight, relentless motions. She screams, her body tightening around me, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
“Santino!” she gasps, her voice breaking. “I—I can’t—”
“You can,” I growl, my hips pistoning, my cock swelling inside her. “You will.”
And she does.
Her cunt milks me, her body shuddering, her breath coming in sharp, broken gasps as I fuck her through it, chasing my own release.
“Fuck, Pia—” I groan, my cock throbbing, my balls drawing up. “I’m gonna—fuck—”
“Do it,” she gasps, her nails digging into my skin. “Come inside me. I want to feel you—”
That’s all it takes.
With a groan, I bury myself deep and let go, my cum spilling inside her in hot, thick pulses. She moans, her body clenching around me, milking me for every last drop.
For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the feel of her body still trembling around mine. Then, slowly, I pull out, my cock slipping free, wet with her arousal and my cum.
She slides down the wall, her legs shaking, her dress riding up around her hips. I tuck myself back into my pants, my hands unsteady, my body still humming with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
Pia looks up at me, her lips swollen, her eyes dark with satisfaction. And something else. Something that looks a hell of a lot like hate.
“This changes nothing,” she says, her voice steady again. Cold.
I smirk, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Keep telling yourself that, mi reina.”
"Well, Pia," I say, my voice teasing. "I guess you're not afraid of me after all."
She laughs, the sound echoing through the hallway. "Not even a little," she replies, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Then I turn and walk away, leaving her there—dripping with my cum, her thighs trembling, her breath still unsteady.
Because we both know the truth.
This changes everything.
The air between us is still thick with the scent of sex, the musk of her arousal and the salt of my sweat clinging to my skin like a second layer. I don’t look back. I don’t have to. I can feel her eyes on me, burning holes into my back as I adjust my cuffs, my cock still half-hard and aching from the way her cunt clenched around me.
The corridor stretches ahead, dimly lit by the dying light filtering through the stained glass. My footsteps echo, sharp and deliberate, each one a reminder of the distance I’m putting between us. It’s a lie, though. Because no matter how far I walk, I’ll still feel her. Still taste her on my tongue. Still hear the way she moaned my name like a prayer and a curse all at once.
I round the corner, my hand brushing against the cold stone, and I pause. Just for a second. Just long enough to press my forehead against the wall, my breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts.
Fuck.
I can still feel her—her nails digging into my skin, her thighs trembling around my waist, the way her cunt pulsed around my cock when she came. My fingers twitch at my sides, remembering the way her body arched into mine, the way she begged.
